“My Home”

Intro:

You don't wanna come 'round my home
You don't wanna come 'round my home (Ha-home)
You don't wanna come 'round my (Ha-home)
You don't wanna come round my home (My home.)
(My home, my home)

Verse:

Black window tint
If he boost, he get hit
I see relish to be made
I was made for this shit
Yeah, he salty
Yeah, he pissed
I will reign on parade
If you think you the shit (Yuh)

Blade in the sheath
If you craving a slice
Blood covered figure
Like blade to the sky
Do you wanna die
Putt'em in a hearse
Do you wanna be next
Please notify
I am the hurricane
Suck on my dick
Make me feel like the candy cane
Choppa so angry
Just like the tempest, he might just let it rain
I need to calm down, I need to meditate
Build up my chakra, like almighty push
Like you might just feel the pain

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I am so insane
Straight in the membrane
Bust on your bitch
And I feel like some champange
Thirty round, chop shop
Cook'em like lo mein

Whoa, who are you
You jealous, then boost
Brozy, you lose
Bands, will snooze
Want relish, do you

[hook]:
You don't wanna come 'round my home
You don't wanna come 'round my home
You don't wanna come 'round my home